we went there too, emerging in photos, never made by nobody whatsoever.

there was a tree too, the one and only tree, branches firm

and twigs -you sat down waiting for leaves unfolding- but

whatever happened, it was your loss and benefit, all at the same time.

Godenkind, 20-02-2017

I wrote this slightly incoherent poem while reading an article about Somalia, and listening to “Winterreise” composed by Schubert, and -thirdly- vaguely remembering “Tahitian Melody” by obscure sixties band The Savage Ressurrection. I pinched one line from the lyrics, sorry guys, if you’re still out there, I owe it to you and I’ll pay you in due time 😔. The song is on spotify and youtube, by the way.

I was switching between Dutch/English all the time, Dutch being my native language.

Photos: 7 years ago, 7 months ago.
PS WordPress has messed up the verses. I can’t get it right now.